It is the middle of the night and I am wide awake. I just did the greasy dishes that had been left in the sink for the elves to clean, proving that they do. I had gone to bed early yesterday, not feeling very well and too low on energy even to watch TV or a movie. But when you go to bed at 7 PM, then 3 AM is about the right time to get up; hence the middle-of-the-night dish cleaning.
Steve had gone into work very early in the morning since the lab animals do need to get fed and cleaned, even on Thanksgiving Day. He returned early enough to have a nap before our meal. The rest of us stayed in our jammies until the day was halfway done.
Tessa was mostly responsible for our cooking and I was responsible, a tradition, for the pies: one store bought and two pumpkin pies made partially from scratch (later rated lower than the 100% from scratch pies I have developed a reputation for). Axel provided the libations.
It was a glorious day for a long walk which all of us did while the ham was cooking; we followed Tessa and Steve who had gone to the beach where Chicha could play with other dogs, free from her beastly collar. The walk was a little too long for the state that our joints, muscles and tendons are in; the final stretch was a bit hard but we felt good as it made the Thanksgiving Day experience more wholesome.
By the time we sat down for dinner Jim showed up, already full from dinner at his parents; we could not convince him to start over again and join us as we dismantled the ham; he took a back row seat. We tried to connect with Sita in France during our meal but that did not work out as planned.
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